Brave New World

With apologies to those who have used the title words before, this story is, needless to say, one of pure fantasy. In no way does it imply the author believes that boys should be treated in the manner they are in this fantasy, but the author does acknowledge that there are those who find such fantasies erotic, indeed perhaps more than just a few. For those who do, and for those who wonder if they do, this story may be regarded as a cathartic exercise, by all means fantasise but do not feel tempted to turn fantasy into reality!

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Brave New World

A fantasy by Ivor Sukwell

Chapter Three

 

SF697's parents prepared him as well as they could for his next meeting with the Status One man; his mother bound thick bandages round his hands each night so he couldn't play with himself in bed because, as his father said, "However he decides he wants to make you cum, he's going to want a decent load, not a watery, wanked out dribble."

Of course, as he was unable to get at his cock to any real effect, the morning alarm and live feed from the establishment was a torment for SF697 as he went day after day without testicular relief, and by the day of his appointment, SF697 had long stopped having any worries about what the Status One man would want to do with him as long as it all ended with him spunking.

"Honest, Dad," he told his father, "I don't care what he does. He can do anything he wants with me because whatever he does he's going to make me cum and I'm desperate to spunk!"

"Perhaps we should have let him wank yesterday," SF697's mother said, concern in her voice and on her face, "Spunking too soon could be just as bad as spunking thin and watery."

"No, I don't think so," SF697's father looked carefully at his son, "He'll have plenty in there by now. Should be good for two or three decent loads by the look of his balls."

SF697's father knew what he was talking about; though, unlike most Status Four fathers, he had resisted the natural urge and appeal of incest, which, considering how attractive and girly SF697 was, was some considerable achievement, he had plenty of boy experience, Status Four boys not being noted for their adherence to virginity.

Her motherly instincts and concern still in full flow, SF697's mother switched to worrying about something else.

"Is he properly smooth?" she asked, "No stray hairs anywhere?"

"Shouldn't be," the boy's father grunted, "Not with the amount we spend on depil creams for him."

That was certainly true, and one of the things SF697 was really grateful to his parents for; they always managed to find enough from the few tokens his father earned to be able to buy depil cream for him so he could stay properly smooth and look like a boy of higher Status when he was naked.

Even so, his father, at the prompting of his mother, decided to check and used a magnifying glass to see if somehow a stray hair had managed to escape, checking around the boy's cock, on his balls and into his arse crack, and, not surprisingly considering the lack of attention his cock had received for almost a week, SF697 was hard by the time the inspection was finished.

"Nice cock," SF697's father smiled affectionately, resisting the urge to feel the jutting outwards teen boy inches, "Your Status One got nothing to complain about there!"

SF697 blushed, not because he was naked and hard but simply from the natural embarrassment of having his cock admired by his parents, and the use it was going to be put to mentioned. He was rightfully proud of his cock, as a boy should be, but having his parents look at it hard and openly admire it was embarrassing, possibly because, unlike most boys of his Status, his father had never taken the opportunity to use it.

His mother's maternal instincts now in full flow, she insisted on applying his make-up herself, adding a final touch with some false eyelashes that she had scrimped enough to buy for him to make him look even more girly, and satisfied that she had done all she could, gave him his dress that she had washed the night before and freshly pressed before breakfast.

"I'd fuck you," SF697's father smiled affectionately and patted his son on the back. "Off you go now, and give him a good time. I know you'll do your best."


SF697 knew how important it was that he should not just do his best, but that his best should be good enough to please the Status One man, so although he was surprised when SO7 took him not into a bedroom but to a room designed for the enjoyment of boys instead, he made himself smile as girly boyish as he could and slipped out of his red dress without any hesitation when he was told to get naked.

He giggled a little, hoping to convey that he was teenage excited at what was to come, when his ankles and wrists were fastened to chains from the ceiling and steel rings on the floor and he was stretched into a spread-eagle position that was just uncomfortable enough to be both a bit frightening as he was so exposed and also stimulating because he was so exposed.

SF697 was hard before he was even properly fastened, and grew harder still and throbbing when SO7 openly admired his stretched out nakedness, excited that his cock was clearly an object of particular admiration.

The body of a properly stretched boy is displayed at its best, all muscles firm and taught, stomach drawn in and flat; ideal for both visual and tactile admiration, and after a good long look at what he had to play with, SO7 began the tactile examination.

SF697 whimpered in anticipation as he was felt all over by skilled, boy-admiring hands, hands that left not an inch of him untouched. His arse came in for particular attention and SF697's cock threatened to betray him and explode far too soon when a finger slid into his arse crack and pushed gently at his still virgin hole.

Much as he liked being felt all over, it was something of a relief for SF697 when SO7 stopped feeling him; much more and he was sure he wouldn't last, and to spunk now would be a disaster.

Relief was short lived and replaced by apprehension when SO7 stood before him, a hand holding what was obviously a sort of cane. SF697 saw it was long and whippy, but also flat, unlike an ordinary cane. Not having any knowledge of the toys men used to enjoy boys with, SF697 did not realise that it was designed to hurt and leave nice red marks, but not to break skin. The State took boy play very seriously and a lot of research went into designing the toys to use on boys, and like the leather that SF697 had been given at the establishment, SO7's cane was designed to hurt but not damage.

SO7 stroked his cane over the stretched boy's body, enjoying the look of apprehension on his pretty, girly face as the boy wondered and tried to work out which part of him was going to be hit.

That it was not to be his arse seemed clear to SF697 as the man was in front of him and the cane was tracing lines over his chest, his stomach and, more than a bit terrifyingly, his nipples. He gulped and tried not to show fear, but fear was what SO7 wanted to see, and after teasing nipples with the cane tip, he threatened cock and balls instead.

Now SF697 was frightened! Not his cock! Not his balls! He could take it anywhere else, but, please, not cock and balls!

The fear showed plainly on his face and SO7 smiled at seeing that fear. He could get this much enjoyment from any establishment boy, but to have a citizen boy, even a Status Four one, in chains and play with him was a very rare occurrence.

A few more gentle strokes of his cane over wonderfully smooth teen balls and SO7 judged that he had created sufficient fear in the boy and could begin to hit him. The boy had been brought to spunking by a hand spanking on his arse, how soon, SO7 wondered, would it be before he spunked when his thighs were caned? And, of course, as he would be caning the boy's thighs, the front of his thighs, SO7 would see the spunk spurt, and watching the spurts from that delightful cock, spurts that came from the stimulation of pain alone, was a sight SO7 had been thinking about since the boy had spunked between his legs from a hand to bum spanking.

SF697 gasped when the cane landed with a loud crack on the front of his right thigh, the gasp more of relieved surprise than pain; relief and surprise that it was his thigh that had been struck and not his balls or nipples.

Even so, there was some element of pain involved, perhaps more sting than real pain as SO7 had flicked rather than swung his cane, but even so, a red stripe began to bloom on the cream of SF697's right thigh.

Seven more red stripes blossomed after, all thoughtfully and carefully placed high up on SF697's thighs, high up enough to be hidden by the boy's dress when the game was finished.

SO7 did not do that for the boy's sake, rather that if the boy walked home with very obviously freshly caned thighs someone might well ask questions, and though it was perfectly legal to cane a boy for fun, SO7 did not want his use of a Status Four to become common knowledge.

SF697 writhed and whimpered each time the cane made a new red mark on his creamy smooth thighs even though SO7 was not hitting him hard, just using the flexibility of the cane to produce a nice sound as it struck flesh and give just that bit more than little, stimulating sting to the chained boy's body.

There wasn't that much pain, nothing like the pain that SF697 had inflicted on the establishment boy he had leathered, but it was enough. Even as SF697 writhed and wriggled from the sting of one lick of the cane he was eagerly anticipating the next, wanting and hoping it would be harder and hurt more than the last.

SO7 carefully observed the effects of each strike, noting the manner and extent of the boy's twisting in his chains, judging when pain began to turn to pleasure and gradually increasing the force of each successive blow, but, experienced as he was in the art of boy punishment, SO7 misjudged SF697.

The ninth strike, the fifth on his right upper thigh, made the over-stimulated boy's cock erupt.

Cock stiffened beyond simply hard and spunk jetted forth in a three shot volley of such force that had SO7 been standing directly in the line of fire it would have landed on his pristine white tunic.

Cock paused, jerking a little, as the next volley was loaded and then it fired again, not with the same force as the first volley, but still sufficient for SO7 to be treated with the sight of spunk shooting out from cock, flying through the air for a good two feet before gravity dragged it to the floor.

SF697 sagged and panted in his chains, his spent cock throbbing and dribbling unfired shots and SO7 cursed himself for not recording the event.

It had been quick, SF697 had spunked well before SO7 expected him to spunk, but what a spunking! And what a sight! SF697 sagging exhausted in the chains, nine beautiful red stripes on his thighs and thin strands of spunk leaking from his cock.

SO7 studied the chained sight before him; the shoulders made hard and firm by the stretching of the chains, the slightly wrinkled silk of the underarms, the flatness of the chest with its two brown nubs of nipple, still hard and erect against the dark pink aureoles despite the boy's recent orgasm, each rib visible beneath the covering of velvet skin, the sharp angle of the Vee, an arrow head aimed at the softening, still dripping smooth and hairless delight between cane marked thighs, thighs that were supported by bent knees as the boy sagged in the chains that held him.

SO7 sat and gazed at the chained boy while his mind wrestled with the dilemma he now had.

The boy was beautiful in a sublimely erotic way; from the neck down a wonderful, slender example of teenage boy perfection, and from the neck up as girly as a boy can be; a girly boy who deserved more than simple one-off use, a boy to use and enjoy time and time again, a boy to keep.

SO7 had never kept a boy – he had used and enjoyed them in their hundreds but never kept one for more than a single night, but this boy, hanging limp and exhausted by his orgasm, stirred a desire that could not be satisfied in a single night alone.

SO7 kept SF697 chained and stretched while he thought. As the boy recovered slowly, came to his senses, it was clear to SO7 that he was content to be uncomfortably chained and stretched, that the residual pain in his thighs from the caning was a pleasure to be relished and if he was caned again SF697 would scream with the delight of being hurt.

SO7 did not cane the chained up boy again, but spoke to him instead.

"What function does your father perform for the State?" he asked.

"A labourer, Sir," SF697 said, his head low on his chest, not looking up in case he gave offence, and frightened now that he had cum too soon, deprived the important man of the pleasure of caning him for longer. "He works mostly in the State's gardens," he added, "An honest and hard working man, Sir," he sought to praise his father in case the Status One important man thought to reduce his family to Dolers because he had spunked too soon and so stopped his caning before he had been properly punished and enjoyed.

"Does he have responsibility or does he just dig holes and weed?" SO7 enquired.

"As much responsibility as a Status Four can have," SF697 said proudly, "The Council trust him to keep the gardens well."

SO7 nodded, rose and left the room, leaving SF697 hanging in his chains so he could enjoy the growing discomfort in his shoulders.

He was gone for several minutes and when he returned he found SF697 had eased himself up to tip toe to lessen the growing pain in his shoulders, though that position brought a new discomfort of its own.

"You are a virgin still," he said to the boy who nodded that he was indeed a virgin still.

That was uncommon and increased the boy's desirability. Status Four boys rarely remained virgins beyond their tenth birthdays, and many ceased to be virginal even before that. There was no formal age of consent in the State and incest was common, particularly so amongst Status Four and also Status One.

Status Four fathers fucked their sons because they could and so they did; a son is available every day and every night and costs nothing to fuck and all men need to fuck.

Status One boys were bedded by their fathers because they were of too high a Status to be bedded by any lesser than themselves, and boys need cock inside them perhaps even more than men need their cocks in boys.

The wonders offered by a virgin boy of fourteen, a boy who enjoyed pain, were too great for SO7 to resist.

"The same day and time next week," SO7 said before releasing SF697 from his chains, "The marks will have gone by then."


"He chained me up like this," SF697 excitedly told his parents on his return to home, demonstrating the position he had been chained in, "And then he caned me on the legs." He lifted the hem of his dress to reveal the red marks on his thighs, "And I spunked up with the ninth one."

"Only nine?" SF697's mother gasped, "Couldn't you have held it back for longer?"

"I tried, Mum, I really did try, but my cock just exploded. It was a huge spunking though, a really big one."

"Did he cane you some more after?" SF697's father asked with concern, "Hit you somewhere else?"

"No, Dad, he didn't. He left me hanging in the chains and went and did something or other, and then came back and asked me what you did, so I told him. And I did say you were as important as a Status Four can be, Dad. I was worried I'd spunked too soon," he admitted with some shame.

"I'm sure you did your best, son," SF697's father sighed, "But only nine lashes. He must have been disappointed."

"I hope not, Dad," SF697 said, he too worried that he hadn't given sufficient enjoyment, "He asked me if I was still a virgin and I said I was and he wants to see me again next week, when the marks have faded."

"Well, that's something, anyway," a slightly relieved father said, "If he wants to have you again next week, you can't have totally pissed him off by spunking up too soon."

"Perhaps we should let the boy wank, at least in the mornings," SF697's mother suggested, "So it'll take a bit longer for him to cum when he's caned next week?"

"Only in the mornings, though," his father agreed, "He must have plenty to shoot out or we will be in trouble."

*

White-faced and with trembling fingers SF697's father opened the brown envelope that had been delivered by a State Messenger; brown envelopes almost always meant trouble and he was certain that whatever trouble this message contained it had something to do with SF697 spunking up after only nine strokes of the cane. There was no denying that the boy was girly, but even so, he surely could have taken twenty at least before he spurted!

SF697's father was a reasonable man and knew part of the blame must be his – if they hadn't prevented the boy from wanking for an entire week he could probably have held off longer, however much he enjoyed being punished. His bum had been so red from his previous spanking that he must have taken fifty at the very least then, though that was a hand spanking and not a caning, and, of course, it had been almost straight after he'd had a fuck.

The brown envelope bore the logo of the State Department for Status Control and a communication from them could only be bad news, information that the family were no longer Status Four and were now officially classified as Dolers was the only possibility. SF697 would have to report immediately to the establishment and his father was now unemployed.

DEPARTMENT OF STATUS CONTROL

Citizen,

Further to information received by the Department relating to the performance of your duties, and further to due consideration given to that information by the Committee for Status Designation, this is to inform you that your Status has been reviewed.

Family members will retain their Numerical Designation but the prefix will be STr in keeping with your elevation to Status Three.

This decision may not be appealed and is effective immediately.

Clothing of the appropriate colour (Dark Blue) must be worn henceforth and a voucher is enclosed for its prompt acquisition.

SF697's (now STr697) father read the letter and then read it again twice before shouting for his wife and son to join him. The boy was embraced by happily delirious parents, who, despite the wording of the letter, were well aware that their social elevation had nothing to do with his father's work and everything to do with the boy being brought to orgasm by punishment, and the stripes on his thighs were tenderly admired by his doting mother.

"Well done, son," the new Str697's father embraced him, and hid his emotion with a suitably gruff comment, "You'd have lasted a bit longer, let him cane you a few more times before you spurted, we might be going shopping for light blue instead of dark."

STr697 grinned happily, "Almost didn't last long enough to be caned at all," he sniggered, "My balls were so full after not being allowed to wank for a week, I was super hard by the time he'd chained me up and I did almost cum just from him feeling me all over."

STr697's cock rose as he recounted his experience, and as he was as always, naked in the house – he only had the one dress so was never allowed to wear it at home – his teen erection was open on display to his mother and father.

"By the look of that you need ten wanks a day," his father grinned, admiring his son's youthful possessions and wondering if he'd been right all these years in denying himself the pleasure of incest. The boy did have a really nice cock. STr697's father naturally enough liked boys and properly appreciated their cocks – there is something so appealing, so special about a young teen boy's cock – and he couldn't help thinking that he must be really stupid in not showing his son how much he loved him, leaving him to do all his own wanking when he could have had the pleasure of being regularly sucked and spunking in his father's appreciative mouth.

Still, what was done was done, and now the boy was the object of a Status One's attention and because of that they had risen to Status Three, so who knew how high they might rise if the Status One took a real fancy to the boy?

STr697's mother and father took `off-the-peg' tunic and dress, but his mother insisted on just dark blue cloth for STr697; she, being skilled, would make up his dress herself. She wanted her boy to look as appealing as he possibly could, and no ready-made dress would be good enough for him.

The item she created was a work of erotic art: a single narrow shoulder strap to keep it from slipping down and neckline plunging low the other side to reveal slender boy chest almost down to the nipple. She cut and sewed the cloth so the dress clung tight to the boy's upper body and nipped in sharply to show off his narrow waist and slender hips to perfection and took great care with measuring the extent of his bulge when soft, so no-one could be in any doubt that beneath the dress there was amply equipped teenage boy.

The hem she made to be just a fraction above mid-thigh, giving STr697 no more than an inch of modesty when he stood or walked, and if he sat his smooth, hairless balls and possibly his foreskin tip as well would be unable to remain concealed. The skirt, what there was of it, was cut tight so STr697 would only able to take small, girly steps, and with his hair styled and his make-up on, only the flat chest and frontal bulge would reveal him to be a boy.

STr697's father nodded appreciatively when he saw the boy in the finished item, hair done and make-up on, paraded for his approval.

"Doubt if he'll be able to stop caning you just because you spunk," his father said, "Cane the spunk out of you, and keep on caning till his arm gets tired and then bend you over and fuck you brainless, more like."

STr697 couldn't help hoping that his father was right.

SO7 literally licked his lips when STr697 made his next appearance. SO7 had never had even the slightest interest in female flesh, but something young teenage that might have been a girl without breasts were it not for the tell-tale bulge at the front was the stuff of his long-held fantasies.

SO7 slid a hand straight up under the hem of STr697's dark blue dress to confirm what he already knew to be fact, that the bulge was made by real teen boy cock, and gave a satisfied sigh as what he took hold of began to come to life in his hand.

He'd seen that cock, made it spurt twice, one by spanking bum by hand and once, magnificently and copiously, by cane applied to thighs, but before now he had not held it, and what a wonderful cock it was to hold!

STr697 had some five boy slender inches with a slight bend to the left half way along the shaft, probably, SO7 thought, the result of an over-firm grip when wanking and as the boy was fourteen he'd have been wanking for a minimum of four years, probably more, and young, growing cocks are susceptible to taking on the shape most suited to the uses they are put to.

The head also showed signs of such adaptation, being full, more mushroom than torpedo, though mushroom of the ink-cap variety, the tip a rounded blunt point rather than door knob, the ridge prominent and pronounced, indicating that the boy frequently stimulated himself by manipulation of his ample foreskin alone, probably a habit acquired when cock play first began and cock not of sufficient length to permit full hand wanking to be possible but foreskin twiddling easily accomplished.

Bringing a boy to spunking by only twiddling his foreskin was something SO7 quite enjoyed as it took a long time to bring a boy off that way, the need to orgasm building slowly, and STr697 having plenty of foreskin to twiddle was a definite bonus as far as SO7 was concerned. The more pleasure torment a boy could be subjected to, the greater the enjoyment of that boy became and SO7 had raised STr697 to Status Three so he could be enjoyed without adverse social consequences.

"Your dress is most becoming," SO7 complimented the boy, "But perhaps it would be better if it was on a hanger to avoid getting creased." This SO7 said without releasing the cock he was holding, a cock that was now delightfully warm and hard in his hand.

STr697 had a little giggle at the novel social nicety; before, when he was a Status Four, SO7 had simply told him to get naked, but he was a Status Three now and conventions had to be followed.

Naturally, STr697 had no objections to getting naked, he was here to be played with and how else is a boy properly dressed for play if he isn't naked?

STr697 undid the little zip at his hip that allowed him to wriggle out of the tight-fitting blue dress, a dress that was much more awkward to remove than his red Status Four dress had been and SO7 had to let go of his cock in order for him to accomplish it.

"Leave it," SO7 said to the now gloriously naked boy, "I'll have a servant hang it for you," and led STr697 not to his boy play room this time, but to a room with a bed in it.

SO7 had raised STr697 and his family to Status Three on impulse because he wanted to play with the boy a few times more, and that could not be acceptably done if the boy was Status Four. He had intended to cane the boy in different places, under his arms, on his flat stomach, see if that treatment brought him to splendid orgasms as the cane on his thighs had done, but the sight of the naked boy and the feel of his delightful cock brought other thoughts to his mind.

The boy was fourteen and still a virgin; SO7 had never had a boy of fourteen who was a virgin. Virgin boys that old were unheard of in the State. STr697 was unique.

STR697 may have been unique, but he was also perplexed; he'd confidently expected to be taken to that other room, chained up and caned again and he'd been really looking forward to the wonderfully painful sting of the cane, but there was nowhere to chain him up in a bedroom and the disappointment showed in his eyes.

SO7 saw the look and misunderstood it.

"Do you not wish to be used for sex?" he asked. Societal convention demanded that boys give their consent to being used for sexual purposes – establishment boys were deemed to have given consent simply by being establishment boys and Status Four boys by being where sex could happen, but above Status Four, actual verbal consent was required.

"Oh, yes, of course I do," STr697 hastily stammered, "It's just that I thought you were going to cane me again. I rather liked being caned," he added, hoping to cover up his blunder of looking disappointed. Even a Status Three could not afford to upset a Status One.

"And I rather enjoyed caning you," SO7 smiled benignly, and for some surprising reason he felt the need to explain further, "Even though you spunked surprisingly quickly. I had your family raised to Status Three so I could continue to see you and punish you without compromise to my position. I'm interested to see if the cane on various different parts of your anatomy has a similar orgasmic effect as the cane on your thighs."

"Ooohh, I'd like that!" Str697 interrupted enthusiastically.

"I suspected you might," SO7 grinned, "And my original intention was to chain you up and cane you again today, but I have to confess that I find your cock to be most appealing and would like to indulge myself in appreciation of it."

"Ooohh, yes, I think I'd like that as well," STr697 interrupted again, "I really like wanking," he added helpfully.

"And I'd like to find out if you know what your mouth is for," SO7 continued.

"I really liked sucking that boy in the establishment," STr697 interrupted yet again, "His spunk was delicious."

"Then perhaps you would like a taste of mine?" SO7 suggested.

"Oh, yes please!" STr697 enthused, "I'd really like that!"

"And permit me to sample yours?"

"Really? You'd suck me? That would be amazing! I've never been sucked by a man. Only by that boy I made cry because the receptionist said that getting sucked by a crying boy was something really special."

SO7 gazed at the delicious naked boy, his hard cock bobbing in anticipation of the delights to come, and found it difficult to believe that a boy as wonderfully girly as he was should have reached the age of fourteen without being tasted. How could any father have resisted such a temptation as STr697 presented?

"Has your father......?" SO7 left his question hanging.

"Oh, no," STr697 said, "Dad doesn't believe in incest. He's not weird or anything, he really likes boys, but he and Mum both think that it should be my choice who I go with, and if Dad did me, then it wouldn't really be my choice, would it?"

"And nobody has taken your fancy?" SO7 enquired.

"We were Status Four," STr697 said as though that explained everything, "Status Four men are all horrid and hairy and all they want is a fuck and most boys are so busy getting fucked by men they're not interested in other boys, and," STr697 paused, a shade embarrassed, "I sort of knew I'd like to be hurt a bit, I suppose, not just fucked. That's why I spent that token on an establishment boy, so I could hurt him, make him yell and cry and sorta wish I was him, I suppose."

"You are an interesting boy," SO7 mused, congratulating himself on his impulse of making the boy Status Three so he could be enjoyed more often, "Perhaps you would consent to some simple, straightforward sex today with the promise of more pain to come in further meetings?"

"I'd like that," STr697 agreed, and, daringly added with a snigger, "Especially if you're going to suck me."

"More than just suck you," SO7 beamed, and removed his tunic.

 

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